Everything always comes out ok in the end

Z-man underwent a little medical procedure yesterday. Its genesis goes back to this, so you can figure it all out for yourself.

It reminded me of that old Jewish joke that a minor surgery is surgery that happens to somebody else.

But mostly it was just a pain in the butt.

Anyway, when all was said and done, everything was fine.

Which is why I can share this story of the aftermath.

Z-man: What are those drugs you gave me? That is some good stuff.

Nurse in recovery room: Propofol.

Z-man: I gotta write that down ...

Nurse: It's the stuff that Michael Jackson was taking.

Z-man: Ohhhhh. This is goooooood! Now I understand why he did that!!

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Nurse: You might pass a little air. That's normal.

Z-man: You got THAT right!!!!

Evil Mother: *snicker*

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Nurse: Now you can't drive or operate heavy machinery ... or power tools.

Z-man: Aw, hell, I was gonna see if Wonderhubby could lend me a chain saw.

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In preparation for this day, Z was on a liquid diet for about three days. Can you say STARVING?

Z-man: *pulling a piece of paper out of his pocket* So I've put together a short list of what I want to eat right now.

Evil Mother: Bwahahahahahahaha!

Z-man: *reading* A big bag of Ruffles potato chips, an omelet, turkey bacon, bagel and cream cheese and edamame.

Evil Mother: Ruffles?

Z-man: Oh yeah. I've been dreaming about them for two days.

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Evil Mother: *TOTALLY earning her name* I suggest you don't put anything up there that ... uh ...

Z-man: Well, DUH.

Evil Mother: No zucchinis or ...

Z-man: Jeez, mom. You know you can get toxic shock from carrots ...

Evil Mother: *totally choking with laughter* No, I had no idea. Where DO you get this stuff?

Z-man: *smirks*

Evil Mother: Never mind. I don't want to know.


And no, we really don't. Really.